Get up, my mother said, it is time for school, to get ahead one must study hard and not be late. Let me sleep, I said to her, the day will wait while I dream.
Later on, I joined the infantry and heard the bugler’s call. I sang the song a soldier sang,
Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning,
Oh! how Id love to remain in bed;
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call;
you’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up this morning!
Now, I am older, wiser, and find myself all alone. No mother, no sergeant, to tell me what to do, a wife who likes to sleep and stay in bed.
Oh, how I have changed my tune, I get up and make a cup of coffee, I let the dog out, I watch the sun rise above the trees, and sing along with Carol King.
You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You’re gonna find, yes, you will
That you’re beautiful as you feel